By process of elimination

original spoken word / rap
first draft

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By process of elimination

Walnut husk ground to insignificance,
Elements in fervor to nuture the next
Creation,
Elation,
Distortion,
Profusion,
Of means unspoken
That nurtures the illusion.

Restitution received in lieu of repreive lasting
I remain fasting, the spiritual knowledge sates me.
Whomsoever the fates be escapes me, my gnosis
Still remains gaping like the garden of gethsemane
Opens a portal up to wisdom otherworldly.

I was hurled here, not without purpose.
So when I surface,
bound to discover parellels
That meld me to vibrant corpus.

Callosum,
Elysian,
Synthetic,
Paradisian
The combination of irrevalancy with the urgent
The collision of symbiosis with the emergent.

Holism, birthed from doldrums,
The world a caustic cauldron
For us to stir, perturbation
Of emphatic titration.

Until the reaction completes itself
Dwarfed by the inevitable into waiting,
Genius still gestating.

I reflect back to that rigid shell,
Purgatory of structure unabated
Until pulverized by smooth essence ablative
Rising forth

To construct,
Condemn,
Enrapture,
Enhymn,
The surety of cosmic germ,
Just an acolyte of leeriness,
Here to learn
By the process of...

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Written
and Spoken by
@d-pend on 5/21/18
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1 — "My home is a tiny Walnut" by Rick-TinyWorlds [cropped]
2 — "Large damascus knife with walnut" by Starykocur
3 — "Walnut III" by starykocu
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cool poem on gnosis and deduction, hope things are going well bud!!

I capture in this piece an unusual serenity in the last deliveries. I feel breezes of calm reflection in the voice of fiction, of encounter with itself looking for details of understanding. In itself, I perceive the piece as a class where reasons for why many actions are exposed, sometimes misinterpreted and that have but a conscious objective: to polish their pupils, channel those rivers that come down from their mountain and, many times they turn turbulent, unconsciously. The voice is hard to understand why so many arrows and it turns out that, although they fall on their target, not all led that direction. The magician's apprentices still have no control over their magic wands and shoot to kill, unintentionally.

Drop a beat with this! It sounds so good! Put some cosmic sounds with this :D

This is undoubtedly enchanting and exquisite piece. I found these lines extraordinary:

Restitution received in lieu of repreive lasting
I remain fasting, the spiritual knowledge sates me.

Your in self expression in this area is completely unparalleled.

If ever 24 hours pass and you see no comment from @mineopoly it doesn't mean that I don't like you. It either means that your piece of heaven was so out of this world that any attempt to comment would be irrelevant or mineopoly is out cold. This time it's both.

You kick ass and after listening to your rap I want to withdraw from @scuzzy's Elysian Poetry slam... but I already won so it's too late for you. Anyway if you entered I wouldn't have a chance.

I love your imagery and identify with the struggle in these words.

Here are my sweat drops of blood.